“In the normal world, we’d never have met. My bones lay dry and fleshless somewhere, Jessie. A grave holds my remnants beneath a stone which bears my name.” From "ARCANUS”

“I'd rather have names to hurt me, than my bones broken with sticks and stones.”

“The old saw that "sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never harm me" does not, in fact, hold true.”

“Baby, I bear remnants of you on my body, on my soul. I always have, I always will, gladly. I just want you to know that.’('Left from Dhakeshwari')”

“My fingers curl through the holes in the wicker, through the wet grass beneath it, trying to hold tight to the sharp blades of the present. Somewhere in my brain a sinkhole is bubbling over, and each bubble contains a scene from a tiny sunken world ... I have never been the prophet of my own past before. It makes me wonder how the healthy dreamers can bear to sleep at all, if sleep means that you have to peer into that sinkhole by yourself. ... I had almost forgotten this occipital sorrow, the way you are so alone with the things you see in dreams.”

“Was that it? (for my grave stone)”